March 18, 2010 06:40 AM UTC

Reductio ad absurdum

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• by: JO

For some, it comes down to this: the campaign with the most money wins, Michael Bennet has the most money, therefore Michael Bennet makes the best Democratic candidate, nominate him or else.

And then comes the punctuation: a period. Full stop. End of thought.

Say again: the criterion to choose the candidate of Colorado Democrats for the United States Senate in 2010 comes down to: which contender has more money. You can read it on this site over and over and over again.

That’s why I call it BennetPols.com. Maybe that’s what puts me in the mood for a bar fight, since I’m proud to be a Democrat, I’m proud of the tradition that implies, and I’m damn sure not proud to have Michael Bennet flouncing into Washington townhouses to collect buckaroos from investment bankers and health care insurance providers in order to run as a Democrat. (Aside to MB: “Bucaroos” is an olde tyme Western expression for “cowboys,” stems from vaqueros, I believe; has nothing to do with Buck-a-Roos filtering down from Wall St. or K St. And now, back to our story…).

My vote isn’t for sale. Try to bribe me, and I’m the type who will vote for your opponent, just to make that point.

It could well be that Andy needs to start rolling out more volunteers. Take a lesson from Rogue Staffer elsewhere on the site about community organizing.

And could be that to accomplish that, Andy needs to rev up his message. Find religion, as the saying goes. Pitch the revival tent. Remind us of what we were thinking a couple of years ago when the choice of the Establishment was left wondering who is that one-time community organizer from the South Side, anyway? I, Hillary, am the one from the North Shore, recipient of PACola Galora. I deserve my turn!

I know that Andy wasn’t exactly a community organizer; does teaching in Guatemala count? I also know that reorganizing a string of bankrupt movie theatres for the greater aggrandizement of Phil Anschutz sure as hell does NOT count either!

I also know that Romanoff has been there before, done that before, gotten something accomplished in politics, in a legislature, as opposed to being appointed, first to this, then to that, before moving on to the next cool-sounding privileged position without ever bothering to actually accomplish anything (movie threatre reorganization notwithstanding; check out his biography if you don’t believe me).

So we shall see. Tuesday was a meaningless exercise by a buncha people willing to miss America’s Best Home Vaqueros. OR, it was the first election in a string of contests that will be determined by elections, by voters casting votes, not Mad Men buying time. Stay tuned for the next episode. I’ll be there, too.